Thursday, July 22, 2010

From me to you

I wore your eyes and walked in your shoes
In love...
From me to you

I touched your hopes and felt your dreams
In love...
From me to you

I smiled your joy and cried your tears
In love...
From me to you

See you never thought i knew
You thought i could never understand what you were going through

But see i..
 Lived for the rhythm of your heart beat
  Fuelled by the fragrance of your soul
    I read the truth written in the lines on your face

And i...
 Wasn’t always there
   Nor did i always know what to say
    But if i did no expense would have been spared

Now look at my calloused hands
Worn and torn from beating down closed doors
See how empty my eyes are?
Hope and faith long spent in my journey to you

See when they open my scroll to read my history they will see nothing
They will find my story so intertwined with yours i no longer have a right to it
The silence will rise from the pages and pain a mother giving birth
She will cry out all the frustration i felt all those lonely nights
Now if you can’t keep your words don’t pass them to me
Whisper them in the dead of the night and let walls take them for safe keeping
See it’s not my hand in your life you needed to feel but to trust the soles of your feet
That if you guided them in the right direction they would take you there (to me)
Now listen to the new born cry, you moved but you never found my arms
And suddenly i was to blame; see how thorns grow from the side of a rose?
But all im doing is telling your story
In love...
From me to you

Wednesday, July 14, 2010

me without you is like...

a message in a bottle fallen into indifferant hands
like... a flower that never blooms
like... a puzzle with missing pieces
like... a bird that can't fly
like... a poem that dont rhyme

you is unique
me was tailor made just for you
so me without you is like
trying to separate oil and water
like... a song never heard
like... an angel without wings
like... a direction less violent wind

tamed hearts of wild men
submissiveness in independent women
the things we do for love
me without you is
like... a perfomer without an audience
like... a city without an army
like... a mother robbed of her child

me without you is a possibility i wont consider
i will search my heart and whatever you need deliver
and if for a day i had to live without you and the sun still shined
i would cry my eyes out til i was blind
for to see that day would be the end of me
how could i live without such a vital part of me?

Monday, July 12, 2010

Love is you

i love this song. Most importantly i love the way is described like... the way i think it ought to be- Love is you by Chrissete Michele

 What's your definition of it?


How does it make you feel?

Tell me what you say that truly makes it real

Kings and Queens, Philosophers have tried so hard to find

Tell me what it means to you dear, nevermind



Love is kind when the world is cold

Love stays strong when the fight gets old

Love's a shoulder to lean on

Love is you

Love's like the water when the well runs dry

Quench my thirst, keep me alive

Just need one sip baby

Love is you

Love is you, love is you,

Love is you, love is you



Is it possible, there is a kiss that's so divine

Or am I just a fool, is it all in my mind?

Is there something chemical

A scientist might say

Well love must be a drug

To make me feel this way



Cause love's my permission to be who I am

No inhibitions cause you understand

Freedom to breathe oh baby

Love is you

Love's like a kiss when the sun goes down

Holds me tight when no one's around

Love's what I want to hold on to

Love is you



Love is you, Love is you, Love is you,

Love is you, Love is you,

Love is you, Love is you,



Love is kind, it makes me stronger

I don't have to look no longer

You're the one I cling to

Love is you

When the chips are down

Love will stick around

I'm so glad I found

Love is you



As much as I've tried to clarify

Love's quite simple, he's just my guy

Perfect definition

Love is you

Love is you, love is you

Love is you... is you...
 
 
 
Love is my permission to be who i am. That is my favourite part. Nothing to do with tolerance, i dot know about acceptance. Love not only works around imperfections but with patience it will obliterate them...
 
...so help me God...